Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.